Jason Spencer | TOURTIƈRE

    TOURTIƈRE For EM Ma Mare lived alone. Little house in Penetang. Built by her sons. Raised seven kids by herself; nurse at psychiatric hospital. Wouldnā€™t say what went on. Whispers of experiments, another time. She always tended to her gardenā€” even while nearing a century. Went to church, church with bells. Not all […]